Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
The whispers of the forest speak,
In gentle tones of rustling leaves,
A secret language, soft and meek.
The river’s song, a melody pure,
Carving paths through ancient stone,
Its crystal waters, clear and sure,
Reflecting skies where freedom’s flown.
Mountains rise with majesty grand,
Peaks adorned with snow-capped grace,
Guardians of this timeless land,
Standing tall in Nature’s embrace.
As twilight paints the heavens high,
With hues of gold and twilight’s blue,
We find in Nature’s tranquil sigh,
A beauty vast and ever true.